Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
The Move,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.